Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 88228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I have a few hours until I’m due at Braden’s place. He’s justifiably angry with me, and truth be told, I’m pretty damned angry with myself. Addison is a liar. Why did I even consider for one moment taking her word over the man I love? So he ended their relationship abruptly. So what?
I’ll make this up to him. But how?
Search engines call out to me. But no, I will not spend the afternoon trying to uncover information on Braden and Addison. I haven’t possibly left any stones unturned at this point.
I leave the apartment quickly. Without knowing where I’m going, I end up at Crystal’s Closet, a local lingerie boutique. Strange. I hardly ever venture into this kind of shop. But here I am, so I browse.
And I browse.
Not for a minute do I think sexy lingerie will make up for what I did to Braden this afternoon, but maybe it will be a good start.
“May I help you find something?” a salesclerk asks.
“No, thank you.”
“Okay, just let me know if you need anything.” She smiles.
I return her smile and then, “Actually, maybe I do need some help, but it’s kind of embarrassing.”
“No need to be embarrassed. What can I help you with?”
“Something…submissive.”
“We have some lovely leather bustiers near the back. Would you like to take a look?”
Warmth creeps into my cheeks. “Yes, please.”
I follow the clerk to the back of the store. Not only are there leather bustiers but fishnet stockings, stiletto platform heels, and an array of toys.
Braden has his own toys, and I can’t even begin to presume whether he would like any of these. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t do his shopping at Crystal’s Closet.
“We have some leather thongs, but I personally think a black lace thong goes better with one of these bustiers.”
“I’m thinking maybe…” My cheeks are warming again. “I’m thinking maybe no thong at all.”
“Good idea,” she says with another smile. “I don’t think most significant others would complain. What’s your bra size?”
“Thirty-six C.”
She grabs a bustier from the rack. “Try this one. I think it will flatter your figure.”
I take the garment and head into a dressing room. I look around. Hidden cameras, anyone? I wouldn’t be surprised. The stuff isn’t cheap. I have my money from Susanne Cosmetics, but am I being ridiculous, contemplating spending some of it on a two-hundred-dollar leather bustier?
Will Braden even appreciate it? He likes toys, yes, but what if he decides to rip this off me like he ripped my dress?
Of course, he also replaced the dress.
I remove my blouse and bra and stare at myself in the mirror. The bustier is not a corset. I don’t need help pulling strings. It has some subtle elastic to help it conform to most figures. I wrap it around myself and snap the hooks together in front. It takes me a moment to look in the mirror.
When I finally ease my eyes onto my reflection, they widen.
This is sexy. Really sexy.
I always have good cleavage, but this is better than the best push-up bra. The sides conform to my curves, leading to my mid-rise jeans but leaving about an inch of flesh visible.
“How’s it going in there?” the salesgirl asks.
“Good,” I say. “I’m going to take this one. It’s perfect.”
“Awesome. Do you want me to bring anything else to the dressing room?”
Fishnet stockings cross my mind. And the platform stilettos. But as I gaze again at my reflection, I realize I’ll look a lot sexier in this bustier with jeans than I will tripping across the carpet in fishnets and stilettos.
“No, I think this will be all for today.”
“Perfect. Just meet me at the cash register.”
I stare at my reflection for a few more seconds. Two hundred dollars is a lot of money for a garment I’ll probably never wear in public. I contemplate calling Tessa, but I already know what she’ll say.
Let your hair down, Skye. Have some fun.
I smile at myself.
Then I follow Tessa’s advice literally. I pull my hair out of its ponytail, shake my head, and let it fall over my shoulders.
Yeah, this is fucking hot.
I can’t wait to show Braden.
…
Back at my apartment, I can’t resist. I don the bustier once more and then check my makeup, touching up my Susanne Cherry Russet lip stain. Crystal’s Closet hasn’t offered me any money to promote their products, but why not? Originally I thought I wouldn’t wear this in public, but the coverage is adequate. Luckily, my arms are long enough to get a great shot that includes the one-inch sliver of exposed flesh between the leather and denim of my jeans. I quickly compose a post.
Check out my new purchase from @crystalsclosetboston. #sexybustier #crystalscloset #susannecherryrusset
In less than ten minutes, I’m inundated with responses.
Braden Black is a lucky man!
Great rack!
You look fabulous!
Item number please! My boyfriend will love that.